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Accustomed

Sometimes we see things
day in and day out
that we get so accustomed
to them always being there,
that when they go missing
we still think they are there.
It is only when something else happens,
that we suddenly realise,
that it is not there,
leaving us scratching our heads
wondering where and when
it had disappeared.
Our brain gets accustomed to seeing things
and it takes a while for it to register
when some things have gone.

poem by David Harris
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The Slipping of Meet Notes

Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!

Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!

In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Here to Keep You

There is nothing here to keep you.
Nothing I do to sustain your interest.
In the beginning it was new.
But now you are familiar.
And accustomed to it too.
There is nothing here to keep you.

There is nothing here to keep you.
And I know that's true!
Since now what is done,
Seems to agitate you before I am through.
And I remember impressing you,
With the little things I use to do.
But there is nothing here to keep you.

Have we spent too many yesterdays together?
Too many Sunsets and far too few dawns.
Have I slept through the process,
Of trying to do my best.
And all you wanted from me,
Was a shoulder to lean on.
And I was unaware...
Thinking of myself with you there but uncaring?
Is that the reason why you would sometimes stare?

There is nothing here to keep you.
Nothing I do to sustain your interest.
In the beginning it was new.
But now you are familiar.
And accustomed to it too.
There is nothing here to keep you.

There is nothing here to keep you.
And I know that's true!
Since now what is done,
Seems to agitate you before I am through.
And I remember impressing you,
With the little things I use to do.
But there is nothing here to keep you.
And even if I could...
You would still think I thought it was all about me!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reasons To Lie

I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
The reasons I lie to you
And I wish it was some kinda explosive device
That only you could diffuse
Reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
Wanna live in a beautiful house
Somewhere up in the hills
With some people making fun of us
You refer to us as your two kids
Then it wouldn't be somebody else
That you'd grow accustomed to
Reasons to lie to me
Is a reason to lie to you
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you

song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Reasons To Lie

I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
The reasons I lie to you
And I wish it was some kinda explosive device
That only you could diffuse
Reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
Wanna live in a beautiful house
Somewhere up in the hills
With some people making fun of us
You refer to us as your two kids
Then it wouldn't be somebody else
That you'd grow accustomed to
Reasons to lie to me
Is a reason to lie to you
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you

song performed by by Whiskeytown
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Will Keep Broken Things

I will keep
Broken
Things:
The big clay
Pot
With raised
Iguanas
Chasing
Their
Tails;
Two
Of their
Wise

Heads
Sheared
Off;

I will keep
Broken
things:
The old
Slave
Market
Basket
Brought
To my
Door

By Mississippi
A jagged
Hole
Gouged
In its sturdy
Dark
Oak
Side.

I will keep
Broken
things:
The memory
Of
Those
Long
Delicious
Nig ht
Swims
With
You;

I will keep
Broken
things:
In my house
There
Remains
An

Honored
Shelf
On which
I will
Keep
Broken
Things.

Their beauty
Is
They
Need
Not
Ever
Be
'fixed.'

I will keep
Your
Wild
Free
Laughter
Thoug h
It is now
Missing
Its
Reassuring
And
Gra ceful
Hinge.

I will keep
Broken
Things:

Thank you
So much!

I will keep
Broken
Things.

I will keep
You:

Pilgrim
Of
Sorrow.

I will keep
Myself.

poem by Alice Walker
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Beauty

Will you stop it and go away! ?
I can't get anything done!
In my eyes you seem to stay.

'Well...
Look the other way!
I can't change what it is you see! '

That's my point, Beauty!
I'm just recognizing,
You are all over the place!
You've been here all the time?
Everywhere in my face?
And now that I've awakened...
I'd rather admire your grace.
Forgiving and forgetting,
My disgraceful attitudes
Accompanied by my bad taste!

'I thought you said,
You couldn't get 'anything' done? '

Those selfish things I was accustomed to do.
Believing I alone had something to prove.
But now that I've discovered you...
And in everything you are...
Even things once ugly,
You are there in all things and in everyone!
I am aware of exactly what you are!
I'm sure what I've done can be quickly overcomed!
Now that you've shown me,
The quality of what 'you've' done!
Beauty I am nothing!
I 'see' you...and I am stunned!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Kind Of 'Labor' Most Enjoyed

I am not a rocket scientist.
But with the aid of observation,
I can tell you this...
Making things look easy to do,
Has a way of creating lazy people.

Often I've heard it said by others,
'They do what 'they' do because it is loved...
And easy.
Anybody can do that.
They don't have to work...
Like I do.'

And I have been in positions to 'see' that 'work'!
A blinded trained Seal could have produced much better.
This is not an exaggeration.

More folks sit back to procrastinate,
Than to get things done.
Not only discipline is missing.
People are just not accustomed to dedication.
Unless...
They are dedicated to the wasting of time.
And 'getting-down-and-funky' over a three day weekend,
Best expresses that devotion to the kind of 'labor' most enjoyed.

To be followed by a Monday of complaints,
And expected pay.
For doing absolutely nothing until the middle of the week.
And me?
I could never find this acceptable.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Morning Dear

Mickey newbury
Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear?
Should I still feel all the sunshine
That remembering brings to mind with my thoughts of her?
Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were
Her little girl illusions
Built the wall of confusion between right and wrong
That stands between her and the dream I had cherished so long
Now faded and tattered, once all that mattered when she was here
And a mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear
Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear?

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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It Implies Not Looking Back

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.

So many have been comforted,
By schedules made and keeping set dates.
With a scratching off from a menu decided,
To replace or hesitate to eventually procrastinate.

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.

Even Mother Nature comes to assist with this movement.
With a shifting of Earth and turbulent winds.
Spinning storms called hurricanes,
From the shores of Africa that begin...
In vast waters referred to as the Atlantic Ocean.
And still there are those demanding entitlements,
With preferences prayed in a daily devotion.
As if they have rights to insist a life liked to live.

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
But...
Unfortunate are those who believe,
A moving back in time...
Is a choice to make as to who will lead,
Them away from truth...
To produce more delusions and fantasies!

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
And leaving behind many detached,
Who will never become attached to reality.

Moving forward is the change everyone will believe in,
Whether to embrace, accept or not.
We live to experience, grow to then distance,
From aged beliefs to advance to other adventures.
With a wisdom kept to keep to be reminisced but not lived,
Repeatedly to comfort our insecurities.

'I hate change.'

Me too.
I wish I had more dollars.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To sing along with Stevie Wonder, you had to make your voice do things it was not accustomed to doing.

quote by Michael Bolton
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Things Are Getting Better

Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.

song performed by by Kinks
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Found To Find More Capable

If one has to be kept reminded,
Of what another has prioritized not to forget...
Perhaps the importance of what is shared,
Should be discussed with a caring done...
To determine which one,
Has enough of that left to spare.

Some people just nod their heads in agreement,
With other things on their minds...
Found to find more capable to entertain,
At selected chosen times.
And have grown accustomed to listening,
To what they regard as insignificant yet familiar noise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We're both accustomed to being the center of attention. We're both accustomed to being spoiled by the people around us. And we don't expect to have to compete with somebody for all of that.

quote by Jim Lampley
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I am a Tory Anarchist. I should like every one to go about doing just as he pleased — short of altering any of the things to which I have grown accustomed.

quote by Max Beerbohm
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Killed is What Had Been Between Us Once

Killed is what had been between us once,
when you left me suddenly,
leaving without it really making sense,
I was shattered, full of pain, without hate
you disappeared without us talking things through,
when I lost the essence of our love,
all feelings faded away with nothing remaining,
past is all memories and even sorrow,
without me being able to find anything of you,
like a star you suddenly brightly shot past.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Dont Even Think About Changing

(clarke / hicks / nash)
When people put you down
Its cause theyre jealous of you
They shouldnt make you frown
You know as well as I do
Its cause I love you
For the things you do for me
One day theyll realise
And wish that they were me
One thing I know for sure
We both get satisfaction
Thats why theyre mad at us
cos they aint got what we got
Its cos Im happy
For the things you do for me
One day theyll realise
And wish that they were me
Dont even think about changing
Youve got a life of your own
Break
Dont even think about changing
Youve got a life of your own
Why dont they understand
Our feelings are sincere
One day theyll be surprised
Because we are so near
To all the things they tried
To be when they were young
Thats why they dont agree
And take it out on us
Its cause Im happy
For the things you do for me
One day theyll realise
And wish that they were me
Its cause Im happy
For the things you do for me

song performed by by Hollies
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Those Living To Impress Others

Living an unconventional lifestyle,
Amongst those living on loans and credit cards...
Is an experience of one's stamina and tolerance.
An utmost patience.
Since those living to impress others,
Assume those who choose to live basically...
Aren't accustomed to having 'things' to flaunt.
Or things deemed to be of worth and valued.
So therefore...
The showing to them disrespect is justifiable.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maintaining Of A Maintenance To Do

A tilting of a cart allowed,
By those too busy...
Hobnobbing and riding inside of it,
Until this means of reliable transportation...
Becomes unfit for those familiar,
And it one day quits.
This can also be applied to relationships,
Too many have come to take for granted.
With the valuing more of 'appearances'.

When anyone or anything has been left neglected,
And a maintaining of a maintenance to do...
Has gone to become disrespected,
Expect the familiar to one day NOT provide...
That giving and showing of accustomed support.
Ignored warning signs will suddenly come to abort,
That which has come to be 'assumed'.
Leaving those who should have been conscious of this,
Wondering what they did or could have done much too late.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Missing

feeling weak today
run the risk of tears
falling down your cheeks
from all the lonely years
holding back your love
while she races up the hill
chase what you dream of
but always standing still
all and all you see
everything is history
think of all that you've been missing
and every now and then
shadows bring you back again
to think of all the things you're missing
lay the pictures out
pull the curtains down
don't let us see you breathe
your happiness you fake
sending up a flare
if anybody really cares
to talk a little while
the past to reconcile
all in all you see
everything is history
think of all the things you're missing
every now and then
i can almost picture him
think of all the things
of all the things
of all the things
well i do
i do
hear the morning creeping in
and the spirit sings again
well you will
you will
see the beauty in this moment
every time you're standing still
time you're standing still
these times are tougher weathered
someday the wind will carry you home
and you'll be free
and you'll be free
no one will pull you down
you'll wake up and look around
and never again
think of all, all that you've been missing
ohh ohh ohh
all that you've been missing
ohh
all and all you see
everything is history
think of all that you've been missing

song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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We Dug A Hole

His head is a big black hole
full of big black things
and it sucks so hard
you could never against the mud
Sugar plum, no ones ever seen anything come
ouch, what a travesty, what a sad fate
someone get a band-aid please
we gotta get this guy a machine for his cranium
I mean I don't need
maybe I don't hear what i need
this never really goes anywhere
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in
This winter they come too quick and broad
with not enough hot spiced cider or cinnamon toast
you never think you know this but when you got a dead start
sucking up both times in your brain
things start to change
and for the record let me say
its not his fault that things never change
the summer is always too short
and still they broke up for a guy with a black hole in his head
and you'll never meet him anyway
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
(We dug a hole)

song performed by by Ok Go
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